Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.